| Barefoot, front porch, swingin' here all alone
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| I’m tracing my steps, tryna figure out what went wrong
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| You were here one minute and the next you leave
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| Now I’m stuck here tryna breathe
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| Note that says «It ain’t you, it’s me»
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| But it ain’t you that’s been going through hell
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| It ain’t you with a heart for sale
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| It ain’t you riding around this town
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| With a ghost in the shotgun seat
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| It ain’t you that’s been trying to call
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| It ain’t you that still misses it all
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| You ain’t the one that can’t move on, still holding memories
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| It ain’t you, it’s me
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| I found some stuff I just couldn’t throw away
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| Some old t-shirts and pics of us in a frame
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| I talked to the walls like they feel my pain
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| 'Cause the echo of you is here to stay
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| I’m just stuck, trying to find what it means
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| It ain’t you, it’s me
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| But it ain’t you that’s been going through hell
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| It ain’t you with a heart for sale
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| It ain’t you riding around this town
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| With a ghost in the shotgun seat
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| It ain’t you that’s been trying to call
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| It ain’t you that still misses it all
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| You ain’t the one that can’t move on, still holding memories
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| It ain’t you, it’s me
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| It ain’t you that’s been going through hell
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| It ain’t you with a heart for sale
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| It ain’t you riding around this town
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| With a ghost in the shotgun seat
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| But no, it ain’t you that’s been trying to call
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| It ain’t you that still misses it all
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| You ain’t the one that can’t move on, still holding memories
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| It ain’t you, it’s me
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| Mmm, it’s me… |